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Letter to my Soul Mate

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Her burning lips fired embers in the furnace of my soul.
I could not resist her sweet devastating feline charms.

I could not keep myself from touching her hot form.
We burned so hot we set off all the fire alarms.

The steam kept rising through all our beaded streams of sweat.
Her heartbeat made my pusle continue climbing higher.

Sometimes the sweetest dreams are the ones that are wet,
And this was no dream, but a quenching of desire.

We touched and sparks just flew until we couldn't breathe;
Out grips so tight that there's no way we could unwrench.

Then I glanced up and saw a devastating sight.
We had forgotten we were still on that park bench.

Copyright . 2003 Jeff Mason